Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 190

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“Evan…!”
Gerth called my name again, looking me up and down. For a moment his expression went blank, then he cried out with genuine sincerity.
“You look absolutely stunning today!”
“I’m always beautiful!”
“But you’re especially beautiful today!”
“Thank you!”
Wedding dresses aren’t something one wears often, so it’s no wonder I looked even more radiant. I thanked him honestly and offered him a seat. I told him to rest since he’d run such a distance, and we could talk after the ceremony ended. Gerth agreed readily and found an empty table to sit at quietly. On his shoulder was something that looked like the Machine King, and as soon as Gerth sat down, she began scolding him about something.
“Wait just a minute! This marriage is void!”
What now? Since it was a different man’s voice, not Gerth’s, I looked back toward the entrance of the wedding venue. A tall, handsome young man with copper-red hair was coming toward me, dragging security guards along on both arms. Judging by Eugene Brandenburg standing beside him holding an invitation, that had to be Samryong.
“How could you possibly marry someone else while the Ice Heart is waiting for you!”
Who is the Ice Heart? The murmuring grew louder, and some gasped in sympathy.
“Keep your personal and professional matters separate. Besides, that Ice Heart hasn’t even shown up.”
“No, no, noooo!”
What now? A different, irritable voice rang out. Looking toward the guest tables, I saw Seian Crowell with his face flushed red, glaring at me as if he wanted to kill me.
“I’ve been here the whole time! The whole! Time! I was here!”
Seian rushed at me, demanding how I could put on such a show without sparing him a single glance.
Ah… right. Seian had been there the whole time.
“Welcome. Come get your gift later.”
“You bastard!”
Seian shot to his feet and came stomping toward me. It was an incredibly bold move for someone with his temperament. The Sung King hadn’t even arrived yet, and he was already trying to ruin my wedding.
“Noooo!”
That’s strange—Seian’s right there, so why is someone else screaming?
I turned my head toward Samryong’s voice. The man was so furious that his polymorph began to unravel, and dragon wings spread wide as he shrieked.
“You—Ilyong! You—you’re Iyongi!”
Huh? Ilyong is the one conducting the ceremony, so Iyongi is here? I was going to kill her anyway, so at least I saved myself the trouble of searching.
Following the direction of Samryong’s frantically pointing fingers, I spotted Ilyong with his head bowed low. Next, I searched for Iyongi. Thinking she’d be somewhere around here, I looked near my father and found the Duchess Neftis with her face covered, head bowed deeply.
Mitchell had never seen the Duchess display such a human moment in her entire life.
“Hey! You damn bastards! You left home to find yourselves, and this is what you do—attend the Ice Heart’s wedding?!”
So Ilyong and Iyongi left home under the pretense of finding themselves. More importantly—Iyongi, are you really my biological mother? Are we talking about Procula Neftis?
“Do you know how much I suffered after you left! Argh! I’m going to destroy everything!”
This is bad. Samryong’s polymorph completely unravels. The man transforms back into his dragon form, and the ceiling collapses. Screams erupt from all directions. I quickly issued orders for evacuation according to imperial rank.
“Argh! Let go of me, you bastards! I’m Sera Crowell, in charge of the wedding song!”
Right, if we’re evacuating by rank, Sera should go first. But Sera had the ability to protect herself. I ordered the Neftis Evacuation Team to begin evacuating those of the next rank after Sera, and I installed an ice barrier above Sera’s head.
“Oh! Evan! Is it my turn to sing now!”
“Do as you wish.”
“Excellent! Then let me begin! Love is a starving blizzard!”
As Sera grabbed the microphone and began to sing, the orchestra handling the accompaniment steadfastly drew their bows in place. Admirable. Truly worthy of the Duke Neftis Orchestra.
“Free Freeze!”
I erected an ice barrier over the orchestra stage as well, maintaining control of the scene. When Emperor’s 12th Cousin fled, he asked if I’d known this would happen, given how swiftly and expertly the Neftis servants and I responded—but I certainly wasn’t the only one who knew. We’d explicitly written on the invitation that only those who didn’t mind risking their lives should attend.
“Hey! That wasn’t written on there at all!”
“We used special ink that reveals text when exposed to water.”
“You absolute madman!”
That’s why Cecilia said she couldn’t attend due to safety concerns. We’d conducted evacuation drills in preparation for Sung King’s rampage, but I suppose she simply didn’t want to risk her life just to attend my wedding.
Now that I think about it, that’s a bit disappointing. Just risk your life a little and come celebrate. It’s not like I get to have a wedding every day.
“Miss, the damage is quite extensive.”
“Well, I didn’t anticipate the dragon’s rampage.”
The Information Chief was frantically darting about, managing to prevent any deaths, but I hadn’t expected the house to be destroyed this thoroughly.
“Eugene! Reina! I’ll handle the debris!”
It would be better to eliminate the larger chunks before they fall. I warned my friends first, and Eugene drew that greatsword I’d seen him use on the battlefield, positioning himself in front of the fleeing people.
“Hey, I’m ready too!”
Reina shouted, and Eugene nodded toward me. Well then, I could use that skill I’d unleashed in Kanna’s House Basement.
“Free Freeze!”
“Skill! Blaze!”
As I created an ice mixer, Reina freely extended her blaze, melting down the debris. Amid sparks flying everywhere, I channeled mana into the ice mixer.
“Booster! Accelerate!”
Ice pillars spun with a high-pitched whine, swiftly obliterating the Neftis Townhouse. The debris I filtered through my mixer, Reina incinerated, and whatever remained, Eugene cut down completely.
Even Samryong, who’d been rampaging while gripping and breaking building pillars, shrank back when he saw the ice mixer spinning with that grinding sound, tucking his wings in fear.
“Samryong.”
“H-huh?! How does Ice Heart know my name?!”
There are ways to know these things. Samryong, seemingly taken aback that I’d called him by his true name, shrank his entire body and bowed his head repeatedly, saying to go ahead. I confirmed that everyone who needed to evacuate had fled and everyone who should remain had stayed, then spoke from the center of the ruins, still wearing my wedding dress.
“Is Procula Neftis really Iyongi?”
“Huh? Who’s Procula Neftis?”
“That woman shielding Duke Neftis. She’s my mother.”
“…What?”
“That woman is my mother.”
“No, I heard you, but…What?”
He said he understood, so why does he keep asking? Samryong’s eyes widened as he blinked repeatedly, while Machine King tapped Gerth with a small robotic arm, emitting mechanical sounds.
「Wow, a secret birth.」
“Procula being my biological mother isn’t much of a secret.”
“Dancing in the blizzard yeah!”
Sera was still singing. She really is steadfast. I listened to Sera’s full-powered vibrato while waiting for Samryong’s response. The melody was so familiar that my fingers instinctively moved as if playing a guitar.
“Y-you’re saying Iyongi gave birth to Ice Heart?!”
“I was shocked too when I found out today. Though not to this extent.”
So Department Head Professor arrived at the wedding venue, discovered that his younger sibling was the bride’s mother, and still took his place as the officiant without hesitation? Remarkable poker face.
Samryong’s bewilderment had transcended into anger as he gradually shrank back into human form. The man, clutching his head with both hands and insisting this couldn’t be, reached the peak of his confusion before suddenly erupting in rage.
“Ice Heart should have been born from me! Ice Heart should have been born from me!”
What is this madman saying? If a dragon were going to give birth anyway, it should have been him instead of Iyongi—spouting such nonsense, beyond Samryong’s delirious rambling, a dust cloud rose as a group arrived.
Sung King arrived at the wedding venue far later than expected, and upon seeing the ruins where my house once stood, she let out a gasp of astonishment before offering a brief observation.
“What happened to the house that was here?!”
“My house! My house has completely collapsed! Oh no! My house!”
Evan’s Father had finally regained his senses, and as he picked up marble fragments, he wept bitterly over the loss of a hundred years of House Neftis history. Though I couldn’t help but think—this house was only a hundred years old anyway. At that rate, we should simply purchase another Townhouse. We certainly have the funds for it.
“In any case! Return Apet to me this instant, you woman!”
Finally, she was getting to the point. Judging that she couldn’t handle this alone, Sung King had hired dozens of mercenaries and brought them rushing in. She leveled a blade at me and bellowed, but I simply scooped up Apet, who was slowly stirring awake and rubbing her eyes, and laughed loudly.
“You fool! What good will it do you to take Apet now?!”
“Now?! You wretch! What on earth have you done to her?!”
I summoned the Information Chief and instructed her to bring the documents that already bore the Imperial seal with a resounding stamp. This was a fresh marriage registration certificate that had already been approved directly by Cecilia just days ago.
“See this! A marriage certificate! Apet and I are already husband and wife!”
What good is blocking the wedding ceremony when the paperwork has already gone through? How foolish. As I laughed once more with unbridled delight, Sung King’s face went blank, and from where Seian had been standing came the sound of a body collapsing.
“Evan! Something terrible has happened! Seian has collapsed!”
So Sera had been keeping watch over Seian even while singing. At least the siblings still care for one another—that’s a relief.
「Kyaaaaaaah!」
I had anticipated Seian’s collapse and was about to call for assistance, but unexpectedly, the Machine King let out a scream. Makina, calling out for Master, came searching for me, extended her robotic arm to point at Gerth, and spoke in a voice trembling with alarm.
「Master! Gerth hasn’t been breathing for five minutes!」

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